Percy POV:

After 5 apples, a box of sugar cubes, and a bag full of donuts, Blackjack has agreed to take me across the country. I took out my I-phone 6. I put my thumb on the button as it scans my fingerprint. I then started to push the number of my Aunt Melissa phone number. I was about to push the "Call " button when I hesitated. What if she says no? Will she even remember me? What happens if she doesn't like me? I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and forced my thumb to push the button. I placed it on my ear, as it started to ring. I ran a hand through my hair, a habit when I'm nervous. There was a click.

"Hello?", a woman voice said through the line.

"Um, Aunt Melissa?"

She gasped at the other end of the line.

"Percy?! Is that you?! Oh my goodness, it's been so long since I heard from you!", Aunt Melissa said.

"Yeah, it's me. It's been a while."

"It's really good to hear from you. How you've been?"

I sighed.

"I've been better."

She heard the sadness in my voice.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

I scratch the back of my neck and let out a deep breath.

"I had a fight with my dad and was wondering if I can ask you a huge, mega favor?"

Before you start, no she doesn't know about the Gods and me. Poseidon manipulated the mist, when I ran away, making it seem I lived with him, and that he worked in the Navy. You just got to love the mist.

"You could ask me anything sweetie. You're like a son to me", she told me truthfully.

That brought a happy smile on my face and my eyes to glisten with tears.

"I was wondering if I could stay with you at Beacon Hills, until I graduate from High School?", I asked her hopefully.

"Of course you can live with us. Only if that's okay with your father?", she told me.

I nodded my head excitedly, then realized she can't see me.

"Yeah, yeah. He's cool with it. Thanks Aunt Melissa", I thanked her.

"No problem sweetie. You will just have to crash in the guest room."

"It's alright."

"How are you going to get here?", she asked me.

"I'll fly over there. And thanks so much Aunt Melissa. Can't wait to see you and Scott."

"No problem sweetie. I can't wait to finally see how you've grown up."

You have no idea, I thought.

"Bye Aunt Melissa. See you in a couple hours."

"Bye Percy. See you soon."

She then ended the call.

I pumped my fist in the air and shouted,

"Yes!"

I pocketed my I-phone 6 and face Mrs. O'Leary. I whispered the direction to our location in her ear and she shadow traveled away. I turned back to Blackjack and made sure my bags were firmly strapped around him and wouldn't fall off.

"Let's make this challenge, buddy. First one there, eats a box full of donuts", I challenged Blackjack.

"You're on. But how are you going to get there? Last time I checked, you don't have wings."

I just gave him a mysterious smile and I pictured in my head of my armor and wings. Blackjack neighed when he saw my tattoo change into my armor and wings sprouting from my back. My hood covered my face but I could see everything clearly.

"You were saying."

"Whatever. But you can't beat me with those pigeon wings."

"Psh. How hard is it to fly?", I asked him.

I took a running start and my wings started to flap. I pump my legs with more speed and jumped in the air. I glided through the sky. I wobbled a bit in the air but got the hang of it.

"See it's no-", I was cutted off by a branch hitting my face.

I fell about 30 ft. and landed hard on the dirt, face first. I groaned and spit the dirt out of my mouth. Me and my big mouth. Blackjack galloped next to me.

"I could already taste the donuts ", Blackjack laughed at me.

"Shut up", I grumbled as I stood up and dusted the dirt off of me.

I did it again and flew high up in the air. My wings flapping and gliding through the air. The wind whistle past my ears and ruffle my feathers. The stars twinkle in the night sky. I could see the lights, traffic, and buildings of New York city from here. I felt so free. It was an amazing feeling. I gave out a happy shout in the air. Blackjack flew next to me.

"You ready?", I challenged him.

"The question that you should be asking is, are you ready?" Blackjack counter at me, as he took a head-start.

I chuckled and flapped my wings more. We raced for 6 hours, with the 5 minutes water breaks and rest. We just pass the Beacon Hills sign, with me beating Blackjack by a second. It was still dark and it was bout 5:30 in the morning. My feet gracefully landed a couple houses away from my Aunt's and cousin's house. I panted slightly, as I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"I", pant " Win."

Blackjack dropped dead to the ground.

"Beginners", Pant "Luck", Blackjack breathed breathlessly.

"Whatever. I won fair and square."

I walked over to him and gave him an apple that I conjured up. He happily munched on the apple. I walked to his back and grabbed my two duffel bags and my backpack. I picture my head to my original dark blue muscle shirt, dark jeans, and converse, my armor started turned back to a tribal tattoo. I then bent down and patted Blackjack mane.

"Well, this is it. Stay close, enough for you to hear me. Other than that, your free. Do whatever you want. Might even find yourself a girlfriend here. Bye buddy. See you soon", I told him.

"See you later boss."

Blackjack stood up, flap his wings, and he took off. I stood there until I couldn't see him anymore. I sighed and started walking down the street, looking for the McCall's house. There was a small "pop" sound above me. I looked up and saw that a white letter, falling down in front of me. I snatched it up in the air. It had my name on it in Greek handwriting. I opened it and found a pure black credit card, with stars on it. There was a note.

This card never runs out, like the Lotus Casino cards. Enjoy,

From ,

Chaos.

I smiled and mentally thanked Chaos. I put the credit card in my wallet and walked down the street. I finally stopped when I came face to face to a familiar house. It was a two story house, with faded gray paint and with white outline. All lights were turned off. The house is surrounded by woods. A great place to train. Outside was a beat up old baby blue Jeep and a ordinary car. I shake away the nervousness in my hands and steeled my nerves. I walked up the steps and to the door. I gripped tightly at the straps of the bags and raised my fist. Here goes nothing, I thought.

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

Silence. I waited a minute and nobody opened the door yet. They can't be out because of the time and the cars are still here. I started to grow worried. My hand took out my pen, Riptide, and I slowly twisted the doorknob. It was un-lock. Not a good sign. I quickly went inside. It was dark, but I could make a sign that was above the stairs, with blue paint.

Welcome Home Percy!

I smiled at that. On the floor, I saw drops of paint leading to the living room. I slowly started to follow the trial of paint and I had to bite my lip from laughing out loud from the sight. Aunt Melissa still had her scrubs on and had, I think flour in her face, hair, and clothes. She was sleeping face first in a one-person couch. They're were two teenage boys. One was a skinny, pale guy, with brown buzz cut hair, and moles dotting his face down his neck. That was Stiles. The other guy had slightly crooked jaw, tan skin, a good build, and black ruffled hair. That was my cousin Scott.

I silently laugh at their positions. Stiles was on the floor, sleeping, hugging and kissing a couch pillow, moaning a girl's name "Lydia". Scott had his head back on the couch arm-chair, which looked uncomfortable, and had his mouth wide open, snoring loudly. A chocolate cake with blue icing was on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I took my phone out and took several pictures. I set my bags down and walked towards my Aunt. I crouched down and shook her shoulder lightly.

"Aunt Melissa", I whispered.

She groaned.

"Five more minutes", she grumbled.

I chuckled.

"Aunt Melissa. It's me, Percy."

She yawn and rubbed her eyes.

"Percy?", she said sleepily.

She froze once she realized what she just said.

"Percy?"

"The one and only", I chuckled.

She shot up in her chair and hugged me tightly, that it put Tyson's hugs to shame.

"PERCY! Oh, it's so good to see you", she shouted.

From her outburst, Scott and Stiles woke up and shot up on their feet.

"I'm up, Mr. Harris", Stiles said.

I just chuckled at them. Their eyes landed on me and their eyes bulged out.

"Percy?", they asked simitously.

I stood up and took out an imaginary sword.

"One for all", I said.

"And all for one", we said together.

"It is you", Stiles exclaimed.

Next thing I knew, Scott and Stiles dog piled me to the floor. We soon started laughing, wrestling on the ground playfully but soon stopped when Aunt Melissa shouted,

"Boys!"

Scot, Stiles, and I quickly got off from the floor and stood up. Aunt Melissa stood up and walked towards me. She stopped in front of me. Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes watered.

"Oh, you grown up so fast", she said with a shaky voice.

She then gave me a motherly hug, which I haven't had in a while. She took a step back after a couple minutes, and took a good look of me.

"You're grown so tall and handsome. And gain so much muscles. Who are you, Dwayne Johnson?", she asked me.

I chuckled.

"No. It's steroids", I said in a serious voice, but was just joking.

"What?! Excuse me?! Steroids?!", Aunt Melissa exclaimed.

I laughed and said,

"Joking, Aunt Melissa. I've been working out lately."

She sighed in relief.

"OK, good."

She then touched the silver streak in my hair.

"When did you do that in your hair? And when did you get a tattoo?!"

Scott and Stiles came closer to us, to get a look.

"You got a tattoo?", Stiles asked.

"I want one", Scott muttered in awe.

Aunt Melissa gave him a look.

"Um, I mean, I don't want one?", he said more like a question than a statement.

"You got that right, young man", she pointed at him.

Stiles and I snickered, but I quickly stopped when she pointed at me.

"And you. Since when did you get a tattoo?"

I gulped nervously. Scott and Stiles were now snickering at me.

"Um, I, uh got it because my wonderful, amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, smart Aunt loves me and be cool with it?", I said it as more as a question.

She had a thoughtful look, before she sighed.

"Fine, I'll let it slide this once. But were going to talk about it another time."

I nodded my head vigorously. She looked down at her watch and gasped.

"I'm going to be late for my morning shift."

She ran up the stairs to change.

"Scott, show your cousin to his room!", she shouted upstairs.

I grabbed my bags and follow Scott and Stiles up the stairs. We walked down the hallway, took a left and open the door at the far corner.

"My room is right across from yours. And the bathroom is-."

"Down the hall, and to the right", I cutted him off.

"Right. Well, it isn't much but", he drifted off.

"It's perfect", I assured him.

The room wasn't that huge, but it wasn't small either. The walls was a faded yellow color. The right of the room has a window, leading to the woods. There was a bed, with white sheets and two pillows, in the middle of the room. There was also a computer desk to the left of the room and a dresser on the right, close to the door. There were nightstands on each side of the bed, with the right drawer having a lamp. On the left side of the room was a closet. I drop my bags near my bed and jumped on top of the bed, tired.

"So...", I said.

"So...", Scott said.

"So...", Stiles said.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Last person down the stairs, get's cake last", Stiles challenged.

"You're on", Scott and I said.

I quickly jumped off from my bed and we race downstairs. Our loud footsteps echoes in the house.

"BOYS!", shouted Aunt Melissa.

We just laughed and grab some cake. This was going to be a great summer.

3 Months Later ...

It has been 3 months since I settled in Beacon Hills. A week left until I go to Beacon Hills High School with Scott and Stiles. I promised my Aunt that I'll bring my grades up this year. So I have been studying all summer. I bought a new laptop and school books with my new credit card. I also bought some stuff for my room

I painted my room blue and bought a huge wooden bed post for my bed, with four new pillows, blankets, covers, and comforter. The wooden bed post had storage underneath the bed. The color of the bed, and the stuff was white, grey, dark blue, and light blue. Over the bed was a huge shelf, with a I-pod speakers, books, pictures, and four blue canvas bins. I replaced the two nightstand, with two big wooden bookshelf. They were filled with my study books, toys, hats, a white "Exit" sign (You don't even want to know how I got this), and storage bins. Two silver clip-on lamps were on each side of the bed. On the floor was a dark blue and light blue rectangle rug. I also bought a blue bean bag chair, with papers scattered all over it, and a red-orange guitar. I also bought this cool skateboard, which had a drawing of black running horse, and the background was white. I like it because it reminded me of Blackjack. I also bought, much to my Aunt's dismay, a PAC-Man arcade game. I blame Mr. for getting me addicted to the game. There was a blue-leather computer chair, and a blue mini refrigerator next to my computer desk. In the corner of the room, close to the TV that was on top of my dresser, was a bench press, with weights 4x my weight.

During the summer, I bought Scott, Stiles, and I new Lacrosse equipment, while they showed me the positions and techniques of the sport. I liked it. I can release some steam while playing. Just like Chaos had told me, we trained during the night, this complex thing where he will train me in my sleep but it's actually real. We still haven't figure out what powers I received from him yet, but were not going to give up. He trained me to learn all kinds of weapons and fighting styles. Guns, swords, daggers, bows, crossbows, and many more. He is also teaching me Kung Fu, Kick boxing, wrestling, TWA Kwan Do, and other stuff. He pushed my strength and speed to the limit. I was sore everyday, but you got use to it.

It was early in the morning, and I decide to take a run through Beacon Hills. I change into a black, long-sleeve Nike muscle shirt, with black basketball shorts, and black Nike Air Max 2014. I grabbed my I-phone 6 and my headphones. I walked down the stairs and hop on the kitchen counter. I looked around and saw nobody around. I quickly conjure a plate full of blue waffles, drown with syrup, and a glass of blue cranberry juice. I happily chopped down on the food. When I was just about to start washing the dishes, a sleepy Scott and Aunt came downstairs and to the kitchen.

"Good morning", I told them.

"Morning", they mumbled sleepily.

I chuckled at them.

"Where are you going?", she yawned out.

"I'm going for a run, if that's OK with you?" I asked her.

"Only if you can make me a cup of coffee", she said, while sitting down at the kitchen table.

"And your famous waffles. And eggs. And bacon", Scott drooled.

My Aunt nodded with him. Ever since with Hestia blessing, I can cook like a Pro chef, in one of those cooking channels.

"Already on it."

I took out three pans and place them on the stove. I took out eggs, bacon, pancake mix, milk, and place water in the coffee machine. Eight minutes later, I had a tower of waffles, plate of bacon and eggs, and a jug of coffee.

"Thanks Perce", Scott said, through a mouthful of food.

"No problem. Be back later", I told them, as I walked out of the house and plugged in my white headphones.

It started to play Simple Plan "Welcome To My Life". I place my phone on a black bicep strap on my right bicep. I did a few stretches and then I was off. You know how people deal with there stress and depression with drugs, art, reading, or any other stuff? I deal it by extreme workouts and music. I evened my breaths. I made my legs to go faster. My arms pumping by my side. The cord of my headphones, swing as I ran. I could feel my heart beating through my chest, going to ryhtmatic beat. I was so focus on my running and music, that I realized I ran 10 miles away from home.

I was in a neighborhood of rich people. All of the houses were big and beautiful. Expensive cars. Heck even their grass looked expensive. But their was one house that stood out the most. Like all of the houses, this house was huge. It was a red-brick house with white paint outline. The house has a half circle drive way, with two moving trucks. Their was a sign that said in bold red letters "Sold "on the lawn. There was a girl, maybe my age, with pale skin that reminds me of Snow White, curly brown long hair, and doe brown eyes. She was struggling with three boxes on her own. I ran towards her to help. Just when all of the boxes were to fall to the ground, my hand shout out and I caught them. She breathed out in relief and gave me a friendly but shy smile.

"Thanks. My mom will kill me if I broke something in the box."

I gave her a friendly smile, as I lifted the three boxes with ease in my arms.

"No problem. Here, let me help you", I said as I balanced the boxes.

"Oh no. You don't have too", she quickly said.

"Don't worry. Its no trouble", I assured her.

I started walking up the front steps and the girl opened the door for me. I gently placed the box in the living room. I turned around and took out my hand to her.

"I'm Perseus Jackson, by the way. But call me Percy", I told her.

She smile at me, showing off her dimples and shook my hand.

"I'm Allison Argent"

"So, what brought you here to Beacon Hills?", I asked her, as we stepped outside and grabbed more boxes.

"Well", she said as she balance a box in her arms. "My parents found a great job offer here and we left our old home, and here we are."

"At least I'm not the only new person here in Beacon Hills. I just moved here to my Aunt and cousin's house from New York three months ago."

"Are you going to Beacon Hills High?", she asked hopefully.

"Yup. Just enrolled last week."

"Thank god. I won't be the only new kid there. I just hate when everybody stares at you, the fresh new meat."

"You too. I've been to about nine schools already. I know how being the new kids is like. Have to gain your own rep and all. Being the center of attention and not knowing anybody there", I told her.

She nodded agreeing with me.

When we place the boxes in the living room, out came a man and a woman. The man was about 6'1 tall, short blond hair, with grey eyes, slightly tan skin, and facial hair. The woman was about 5'8 tall, with very short red hair, icy blue eyes, and pale skin. Their eyes were sharp as a hawk and they took a one look over me, like they were planning the easiest and fastest way to kill me. I'm guessing this is her parents.

"Who's this, Allison?", her mother asked her.

I stepped forward and took my hand out.

"I'm Perseus Jackson, ma'am. I was just helping Allison with the boxes."

She shook my hand firmly.

"How nice of you. I'm Victoria Argent, Allison mother."

I then shook her dad's hand.

"I'm Chris Argent, Allison's father."

"Nice to meet you."

There was an awkward silence, after that. We just stood, not knowing what to say. Then Mr. Argent broke the silence.

"Allison, Perseus, why don't you help me with the heavier boxes in the truck and move them to the garage?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Argent", I said, as Allison, Mr. Argent, and I went outside.

"Please, call me Chris", he told me.

Allison jumped in the truck and struggled with one of the boxes. She handed it to me.

"Be careful, there", she stopped, as she saw me carry two extra boxes with ease." Heavy", she breathes out the last part.

We then headed to the garage, where Allison pushed a button. I set the boxes down gently and looked around the garage. They were two expensive cars and other un-opened boxes. But what stood out the most was the cases of guns. I whistled loudly,

"Are you guys preparing for a Apocalypse or something?", I asked them.

Allison laughed nervously and places a strand of hair behind her ear.

"My dad sells guns to the police force."

"Perseus, why don't you help me unpack those boxes?", said Mr. Argent as he pointed the boxes I just carried.

"OK."

I opened the box and it was filled with guns, wrapped in bubble wrap. Mr. Argent watched me with calculating eyes, as I picked up one of the guns.

"Whoa, is this a AR-15? These are expensive", I told them, as I look at the gun

Mr. Argent had a impressive look on his face.

"You know you're firearms?", he asked me.

"My father works in the Navy, so he taught me everything. Norse code, functions of the boat, and what to know about guns", I lied to them.

He then opened another box and pull out a bow.

"Well, do you know what this is?"

I grabbed it from his hand, gave him the gun, and looked at it closely.

"This is a Hoyt Spyder Turbo. Smooth and quiet for up-close whitetails. Great for hunting."

I positioned myself with the bow and pulled the string like a professional.

"Impressive", he praised me.

"Do you do archery?", Allison questioned me, as she pull out a another bow, which I'm guessing is hers.

"Yeah. My mom and grandfather did it, so I guess it's in my blood."

"Well, thank you for helping us Perseus, but I think we got it from here. You're welcome here anytime you want," Mr. Aregent told me as he patted my back and led me outside.

"No problem Mr. Argent. It was nice meeting you all."

"Bye Percy", Allison waved.

"Bye Allison. See you at school. Oh and I want a archery challenge. Let's see who wins?", I challenged her.

"Your on!", she shouted, as I started to run back home.

With my super hearing I heard Mr. Argent say,

"I like him. He's a good kid. Good man for you."

"DAD!"

I laughed and plug in my headphones, listening to " I'm Just a Kid", Simple Plan.

1 Week Later...

Today was the last day of summer, before we start school tomorrow. Yay. Note the sarcasm. It was late night, about 10:30 P.M. Aunt Melissa was working in the hospital tonight, so Scott and I were still up. I was in my room, wearing grey sweats, while lifting 525 lbs. on each side of the bar. You got to love super strength. I had my phone connected to my speakers, blaring " Can't Hold Us", by Mackelmore. Right when I was about to reach 75, there was a loud crash outside follow by crunching noise. I set the bar up and turned off the music. I opened my door, the same time as Scott did across from me.

"You heard that?", I asked him.

"Yeah", he said.

Then there was another sound above. I could faintly hear a heart beat outside. We both looked at each other, before we rushed back in our rooms. I quickly slip on a black hoodie and my black converse, not even bothering putting a shirt on. I grabbed my wooden hockey stick and step out from my room. Scott followed behind me, with jeans, white sneakers, red hoodie, and a wooden baseball bat. We quietly crept down the stairs and to the front porch. It was dark outside. My breaths came out as puff of vapor, but I wasn't affected by the weather. I raised my hockey stick, as did Scott next to me as we reached the rail.

Suddenly something fell from the roof and dangle like a piñata in front of us. I quickly realized it was a body. Stiles. Stiles and Scott both screamed. Scott was about to swing at him, but I blocked him with my hockey stick, with a loud, " Clack!"

"Wait! It's just Stiles", I told Scott.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing!?", Scott shouted, lowering the bat.

"Both of you weren't answering your phones. Why do you have a bat and you, a hockey stick?", he asked us.

"Well maybe because it's almost the middle of the night", I hissed at him, answering his first question.

"And we thought you were a predator", Scott told him.

"A pre-predator", Stiles scoffed.

"You climbed late at night at our house. What would you do?", I told him, as I leaned on my hockey stick.

"Look, I know it's late, but you guys got to hear this. I just saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called, they're bringing in every officer in the Beacon Department and even the State Police", Stiles said as he jumped down to his feet.

"For what?", Scott and I asked simultaneously.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods", Stiles said.

I stumble on my hockey stick. A body?, I thought.

"A dead body?", Scott asked, voicing my thoughts.

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body", Stiles replied.

"Like, murder?", I asked Stiles.

"Nobody knows yet, just that it was a girl, probably in her early twenties."

"Wait, hold on. If the police already found the body, what are they looking for?", Scott pointed out.

Stiles had a gleeful look on his face.

"That's the best part", he took a dramatic pause."They only found half of the body."

"Probably not the best part for the girl", I told Stiles.

He just ignored my comment.

"We're going", Stiles declared.

Scott and I looked at each other and knew Stiles is going to drag us down there if we even refuse.

Within minutes we pulled up to a sign that said, Beacon Hills PRESERVE: No Entry After Dark. I snorted. Like that was going to stop us and other people.

"We're seriously doing this?", Scott complained.

He hands me a flashlight. I turned it on and put my hood up, as it started to drizzle. Wouldn't want Scott and Stiles to question me for being dry.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town", Stiles told us, leading through the wood.

"I really don't want to get arrested for sneaking into a crime scene. My records aren't exactly clean, you know", I told them.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow", Scott protested, walking up the edges of the trees.

Stiles scoffed.

"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

"No, because, I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line", Scott said determined.

Scott and I have been training hard all summer. I think he could actually play, if he wasn't a severe asthmatic.

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even if it is a pathetically un-realistic one", Stiles replied.

"Like making this Lydia Martin girl, your girlfriend", I told him.

Scott snickered and high-fived me, while Stiles just glared at me.

"Shut up", he grumbled.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?", Scott asked, as we walked deeper in the woods.

Stiles paused for a second.

"Huh. Didn't even think about that", he replied like it was nothing important.

"And, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?", I pressed on.

"Also, something I didn't think about", Stiles admitted like it was no big deal.

"Great. If I die out here Stiles, I am going to haunt your scrawny ass, for the rest of your life", I threatened him.

Stiles gulped nervously.

"It's comforting how you planned this with your usual attention to detail", Scott wheezed out. He paused, leaning against a tree, as he dug in his pocket for his inhaler. "Maybe, the severe-", wheeze "asthmatic should be- " wheeze "the one holding the flashlight."

I stopped next to him and patted his back.

"You alright, man?", I asked concerned.

He nodded and shook his inhaler, taking in a huge puff. I shoved my flashlight in his hands. I really didn't need it. My enhance sight, makes me see in the dark like night vision goggles. We quickly followed Stiles as he flopped to the ground. I dropped right next to him, as Scott fell next to me. There was a line of flashlights in front of us. I could here multiple heartbeats and dogs barking. It was the police. Stiles, being the idiot he is, scrambled up and ran, trying to go around them.

"Stiles", Scott and I whispered-shouted at him.

Scott quickly took another puff from his inhaler and scrambled up and ran the direction that Stiles went.

"Stiles, wait up", he whispered.

I groaned and quickly follow them. I was by Scott side in a second.

"Stiles", I hissed.

Stiles turned around when he notice we weren't behind him. A dog bark at Stiles, making him jump and fall to the wet ground. A flashlight beam and I hid behind a tree. Scott was almost caught, if I haven't grabbed him by the hoodie, hid him behind the tree, and covered his mouth with my hand. I signaled him to be quiet and motioned my head to the police.

"Stay right there!", order an Officer.

"Hang on, hang on! This little delinquent belongs to me", said a familiar voice.

"Dad, how're you doing?", Stiles smoothed talked

We heard him sigh.

"So, do you listen to all my phone calls?", questioned him.

"No". Pause."Well not the boring ones", Stiles admitted.

"Where's your usual partners in crime?", he asked Stiles.

"Who? Scott? Perce? Their at home. Wanted to get a good night sleep for school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone", Stiles lied.

A light then flash through the trees.

"Scott?! Percy?!You out there?!" Sheriff Stilinski shouted in the woods.

We stayed quiet and didn't move.

"Scott?! Percy?!" he shouted again.

We then heard a sigh,

"Well, I'm going to walk you young man back to your car. And we are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy", scolded him.

We then heard shuffling and the lights went away. We waited a minute, then step out from our hiding place.

"Dammit. Stiles was our only ride home", I muttered.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here before it rains", Scott said.

We walked deeper in the woods. My hood was still on, as I stared up at the sky. I was having a bad feeling about being out here, in the pit of my stomach.

"I have a bad feeling, right now", I told Scott.

"Like what?"

"Like something bad is going to happen tonight."

We stopped at a clearing. I heard something in the distance but shooked it off. Scott took out his inhaler, shook it, and raised it on his mouth, just when a deer burst through the trees. We then dropped to the ground as a herd of deer came running towards us. I wasn't fast enough to cover my face, as one of the deer hooves hit my left eye. My vision blurred and I groaned. Suddenly they were all gone and the woods went silent. Scott scrambled to my side.

"Perce. You alright?", he asked me concerned.

I sat up, my left eye squinting in pain.

"Yeah. Fine. Just peachy", I assured him, as we stood up.

"OK. Help me find my inhaler then. I dropped it here somewhere."

We took out our phones and use the screen as a light source. I was right behind Scott. I moved and scattered leaves.

"Whoa", Scott shouted.

I quickly turned around, only seeing glimpse of grayish skin color of an half of a girls body, before Scott trip, taking me with him, as we tumble down a hill that we climbed earlier. I fell flat on my stomach, and groaned as Scott fell on top of me.

"Dude", I groaned as I shoved him off of me.

We stood up and dusted the leaves off our clothes. I picked up my phone and right when I was about to pocket it, I heard a twig snap and a low growl. I froze as did Scott. My hand immediately went to Riptide but I stopped. If it just an animal, I really don't want to expose myself to Scott. So I slid my hand to my other pocket, were I hid my silver pocket knife that I had forever.

Scott and I slowly turned around and we both saw a huge animal beast-like, with red blood eyes. With unbelievable speed it sent me flying, hitting a tree, and falling to the ground, while it pounce on Scott to the ground, who tried to get away. I scrambled up to my feet, but was too late as the beast bit Scott on his side. Scott scream out in pain.

I ran full speed at the beast and tackle the beast, shoving my knife at it's side, knocking him off Scott. Scott scrambled to his feet and started to run away, waiting for me at a good distance. The thing howled in pain. I took out the knife and took a jump back as it tried to bite me on my side too. It only bit off a bit of my hoodie. I used my foot, to lever a branch, and kicked up in the air, into my hands. I swinged it like a baseball bat and it struck it across the face. It was dazed and swayed. I took that as my chance to run behind Scott. Scott sprinted once he saw me coming.

W sprinted until we reached the road. A red car was coming our way. I pushed Scott and I out of the way and the car swerved around us, honking. Scott was breathing heavily, while I panted slightly. I looked at Scott as he lifted his shirt up, revealing a huge bite mark, blood gushing out. I ripped my left sleeve off and put the cloth on the bite.

"Here, put this on it, and apply pressure on it", I told him.

Then there was a loud howl coming from the woods. I putt Scott arm around my neck and the other on his back, to support him walking. Scott has one hand on his wound.

"C'mon. I really don't want to go Round two with whatever that was", I told Scott.

We started walking home, as it started to drizzle. We made it home in half an hour. I opened the front door and dragged Scott up the stairs, to his room. I laid him down on his bed, while going to his bathroom, retrieving a first aid-kit. I got out a cotton ball and dabbed it with rubbing alcohol.

"Warning. This going to sting like a bitch", I warned him as I cleaned the wound.

Scott hissed in pain. I then grabbed a large white gauge and placed it on his side. I taped it with medical tape, to stay in place.

"Done", I told him as I threw the cotton balls in the trash and wash the blood out of my hands in the bathroom sink.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I saw a black bruise forming around my eye.

"Ah man", I muttered as I touched it.

I made sure Scott wasn't looking and splashed water on my face. The bruise slowly faded away. I then left the bathroom and sat on Scott computer chair.

"What do you think the animal was?", I asked him, as I played with a stuff basketball.

"I think it was wolf."

"It can't be. It was way too big to be a wolf."

"Well, it howled like a wolf."

"True that. A mutated wolf? A wolf on steroids", I joked with him.

Scott rolled his eyes at me and chucked a pillow at me. I easily dodged it.

"Your spending to much time with Stiles."

I shrugged and stood up, walking to the door, tossing the ball at Scott's head.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm tired", I told him, as I stretched my back and yawned.

"Night", he mumbled in his pillow,

"Night."

I then went to my room across from Scott. I threw my ruined hoodie in the trash, threw my pants in the hamper, and kicked my shoes off, leaving me only in my boxers. I jumped in bed, as I charged my phone; place the alarm for tomorrow morning, putting it on the shelf above me. I sighed exhausted, as I bury my face in the pillow. Then there was a bright flash next to me. I opened my eyes and saw that there was a pair of next to me glasses, with a note attached to it. I picked the note up.

To: Percy

From: Chaos

Hope this helps you in school. Put them on and it will change all letters into Greek. Easy for your Dyslexia.

I raised the glasses and put it near my phone. I then closed my eyes, falling asleep. The good thing about tonight was that I don't have training with Chaos tonight. Bad thing was that the nightmares came.

It was late night outside and I was back in the woods. I was just walking around, when I saw a human figure ahead of me. For some reason I couldn't see his face, like there was a permanent shadow covering his face.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Can you help me!"

He didn't say anything, just stood there.

"Hey man. Where am I?" I shouted at him.

The man then started growling like a dog. I took a step back when his eyes changed into bright blood red eyes. I snapped my head to the right, as I heard another growl. Like the other man, I couldn't see his face, but instead of blood red eyes, he had neon blue eyes. There was another growl to my left. I couldn't see him either, and he had bright yellow gold eyes. I tried to move but couldn't. They crept towards me. Red eye man grabbed me by my throat and easily lifted me up in the air. I started choking for air. I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel his hot, stinky breath, breathing down my face.

"You'll be a perfect, in the pack. An excellent member. The strongest of them all", he growled.

Blue and yellow eyes howled in agreement. I opened my eyes, as red eyes opened his mouth wide open, revealing fangs, and his face which was similar to a wolf. Right when he was about to bite my shoulder-

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

My alarm went off, as I shot up in my bed. I was breathing heavily and was drenched in cold sweat. My hand flew to my throat, as I could still feel the hands around my neck. I stopped the alarm and sat at the edge of my bed. My elbows rested on my knees, as I rubbed my hands on my face. I took a deep breath and looked up at my clock on the wall. 7:50 it read. Great.

"Boys, wake up! Time to go to school", shouted my Aunt Melissa from downstairs.

I groaned and laid back in bed.

"BOYS!", she shouted again but more louder.

I shot up from my bed and I could hear from across my room, a loud thud and a groan.

"Coming", I shouted, the same time as Scott shouted,

"I'm up."

I stretched my arms up and yawned. I ruffled my hair as I went down the hallway, to the bathroom. I quickly took a hot shower. I went to my room, with a white towel around my waist. I went to my closet. I quickly put on some boxers and socks. I then changed into a white V-neck shirt, dark slim jeans, and black high tops PF Flyers Center Hi Premium shoes. I stuff a jean jacket in my blue Nike Air Max backpack. I slip on my I-Phone and headphones in my jean pockets. I sprayed on some cologne, put my books in my bag, lacrosse stick, gear, and my glasses in my backpack, slung it over my shoulder, and grabbed my skateboard. I walked down the stairs with Scott right behind me. We enter the kitchen and started to eat some cereal. We quickly ate, brush our teeth, and headed out.

"Bye Mom", Scott shouted

"Bye Aunt", I shouted.

"Wait, boys aren't you forgetting something?", Aunt Melissa asked us.

We both sighed and walked up to her. I kissed her left cheek, as Scott kissed her right cheek.

"Bye", we said at the same time.

We then stepped out of the house. I set my board down, as Scott got on his bike. I put on my Ray Ban Aviators sunglasses and plugged in my headphones, listening to One Republic " Counting Stars". I nodded at Scott as we race to school. In 20 minutes we were at school. Scott beat me to it. The only reason he won was because I almost got hit by a car and trip over a park bench. I was yards away behind him.

The school was already filled with students. With the cliché jocks, nerds, freaks, Goths, and normal peoples. The school was a red brick building and big. The parking lot was filled with cars, buses, and students. I swerved around students, as Scott chained up his bike. A silver Porsche slid right next to him. When Scott was taking his helmet off, the driver of the Porsche opened the car door and hitting Scott purposely. Out stepped out a guy with brownish hair, quipped in the front, blue eyes, expensive clothes, and a cocky smirk. I already didn't like him.

"Dude, watch the paint job", the guy said to Scott.

I pumped my legs faster, making the board speed up, and bend my knees. The guy saw me coming at him full speed. He quickly crouched down, as I front flip over him, and landed gracefully on my board, my sunglasses still on. I faced him, popped my board, and said,

"Dude, watch the board", I told him.

He was mad and was about to come at me, when someone yelled out,

"Jackson. Come on bro."

I smirked at him.

"You better hurry up, your highness. Don't want to keep them waiting."

He left, seething in rage. Scott fist bumped me.

"That was awesome!"

We then started walking to the sidewalk of the entrance. People were staring at me, but I just ignored them. In front of us, was Stiles waiting for us. He sprinted when he spotted us.

"OK, let's see this thing", said a giddy Stiles.

Scott set down his stuff, and revealed the bandage on the bite. A bit of blood seep through.

"Oh. Whoa!", Stiles exclaimed.

"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf", Scott said to Stiles, as he put down his shirt.

"A wolf bit you? No. Not a chance", Stiles told us.

"Well we heard a wolf howl", I told him, as we started walking towards the doors.

"No you didn't."

"How do you know what we heard?", Scott asked Stiles.

"Because California doesn't have wolves. I don't know about New York, but we don't have any in, like, 60 years", Stiles explained to us, as we stopped at the base of the stairs.

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yes, really. There's no wolves in California."

"Well if you don't believe us about the wolf", I started.

"Then you're definitely not going to believe us, that we found the body", finished Scott.

Stiles jumped and grabbed our shoulders.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I wish. I am going to have nightmares for a month".

"I only saw a glimpse, but it wasn't pretty", I told him.

Stiles gave out a little laugh.

"That is freakin awesome. I'm mean seriously, this is the best thing that happen into this town, since the birth of Lydia Martin."

Right on cue, a girl strutted beside us. She was gorgeous, with strawberry-blond hair and green eyes. She walked with confidence, and act like she ruled the school.

"Hey Lydia. You look, like, you're going to ignore me."

Lydia completely ignored him, but she glanced a look right at me. Scott and I snickered at Stiles.

"You're the cause of this, you know", Stiles told Scott.

"Uh huh", Scott said sarcastically.

"Dragging me down to your nerd depths."

"Uh huh."

The school bell ringed, causing me to wince a bit, and Scott to hold his ears. Weird. I patted Scott and Stiles back.

"Well, see you later boys. Got to get my schedule and all."

They waved at me as I stepped inside and went to the office. Behind the desk was an old lady. She had curly short white hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. She looked up at me, when she heard me come in.

"Hello, I'm Perseus Jackson. I'm new here, and I need to pick up my schedule and some other papers", I told her with a warm smile.

She took out a file behind her and search through some papers.

"Here you go sweetie. Your schedule, map of the school, locker number, and combination. Just wait outside for the principal, next to that young lady. Have a nice day", she told me.

I grabbed my papers and thanked her. I slip on my denim jacket and walked to where the front lady pointed at. I saw a familiar brunette girl, digging through her bag, and talking to someone on the phone.

"Hey Allison", I waved at her, sitting beside her.

She stopped and looked up. She gave me a friendly smile, as she said good-bye to someone on the phone.

"Hey Percy. Sorry, it was just my mom, calling to make sure everything was alright."

"Huh, you too. My Aunt is flooding me with texts, making sure I didn't burned down the school already", I told her, as I showed her the 25 texts from my Aunt.

She laughed. Then her phone rang again. She gave me a sheepish smile, as she picked up. I just gave her a understanding look as I placed my sunglasses at the hem of my shirt and check the wheels on my board.

"Mom, calling me on the first day, the second time, is a bit overdoing it", I overheard Allison say to her mom.

"Everything. Except for a pen. Oh my god, I can't believe I actually forgot a pen."

I looked up as I heard footsteps coming towards us, and I saw that it was the principal. I softly nudge Allison on her side and motioned my head towards the principle.

"OK. OK. I love you mom", Allison quickly said, as she put her phone in her bag and stood up.

I stood up, by her side, as the principle came up to us, my backpack on my shoulder and skateboard in my left hand.

"Sorry to keep you both waiting", the principle apologized to us.

"It's alright sir."

We then started walking behind him, towards the building.

"So, where did you both move from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"San Francisco, for a year. My family don't usually stay in one place to long", Allison replied.

"And I lived in New York my whole life."

"Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while", he said, as we enter the building and rounded to a corner, to a classroom door.

I could hear Allison heart, as it beats nervously. I nudged her shoulder and gave her a assuring smile. She looked up and smiled at me in thanks. When she wasn't looking, I could feel my eyes start to tingle, as I secretly gave her hope, a trick Hestia taught me. I could see Allison shoulders relax, and her heart going back to normal. The principal then turned the door knob and we went inside.

"Class, this is our new students, Allison Argent and Perseus Jackson. Do your best to make them feel welcome here", announced the principle.

All eyes were on us. Allison then became nervous again, as she hid her face with her hair, and fiddled with her gloves in her hands. I just waved awkwardly at them. I notice that Scott and Stile were in this classroom. Scott was looking at Allison, like a blind man seeing the sun. I could hear his heart beat faster, as he looked at her. Aw, little Scotty has a crush, I teased in my head. The principle left and Allison took a seat behind Scott, while I took a seat next to her. Then Scott turned around and handed Allison a pen, with a puppy smile. Allison smiled at him.

"Thanks."

When Scott turned back around, Allison face was filled with confusion, as was I. How did Scott knew she needed a pen? We were outside and I was the only person with her.

"We will begin with the copy of Metamorphosis", said the teacher.

It's going to be a long day, I groaned in my head.

1st period ended quickly, and students shuffle to their next class. I was looking for my locker, #254. I finally found it, as I pushed through the sea of classmates. I put in my combination in and it opened. I stuffed in my skateboard, and grabbed my Economics books. I closed my locker and locked it. The halls were almost empty by now. I curse myself, as I didn't know which way Economics was at. The bell then rang, counting me tardy. Great, I'm late on the first day. I looked down at the map. I was so focus on the map, that I didn't realize a girl in front of me, before it was too late.

The girl and I crashed right into each other, making us drop all of out stuff to the floor. The girl was about to fall on her back, before I quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, catching her in my arms. The girl gasped in shock and surprise, as she gripped my bicep to steady her balance. She was about my age, with frizzy, curly blond hair, with brown roots, and pale skin. She wore a red hoodie 2x her size, and baggy cargo pants. But what grabbed my attention, were her eyes. They were a sparkling, honey brown eyes. They shine bright under the light. I have never seen such gorgeous eyes before. I could look in those all day. She just stared at me. She stopped once she realized what she was doing.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going", she apologized quietly, as I set her back on her feet and she dropped down to grab her things.

I dropped down next to her and helped her.

"No, it was my fault. I wasn't looking up", I told her.

We gathered our things and stood up. She was blushing heavily and was looking at the ground, holding her stuff tightly in her arms.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Percy Jackson. What's yours?", I asked her, taking my hand out to shake.

Her face was filled up with shock. I wonder why? Her small petite hands wrapped around my hand, shaking it lightly.

"I'm Erica Reyes", she said quietly and softly.

"Erica, what a beautiful name", I blurted out. Stupid ADHD.

She blushed some more.

"So, um Erica, can you help me find Economics?"

"Um, I yeah, um sure. I was heading that way anyway", she stuttered quietly.

"Well, lead the way", I playfully told her, as I took a step back, my arms stretched out in front of me.

I can hear her heart beat fast like a humming bird. I just took it, that she was nervous on the first day. She gave me a nervous smile and lead the way. I followed silently next to her. We climbed up the stairs and down a hallway, stopping at a classroom door. I opened the door for her. She blushed and quietly thanked me, as she enters. I just gave her a lopsided smile. The classroom instantly went quiet. Erica shyly walked to a seat at the back, while I introduce myself to Mr. Finstock, or from what Scott told me, the coach.

"You're Percy Jackson, the new student, eh?"

I nodded my head and shook his hand.

"Yes, sir."

"Ever played Lacrosse, Jackson?", he asks me, excited, as he saw my lacrosse gear and how big and athletic I am.

"Um, no sir. I did swimming, but I'm trying out this year."

"Great. I'll see you after school. Just take any seat ", he told me.

I turned around and took an empty seat next to Erica. Everybody looked at me in shock, especially Erica. I just ignored them and gave Erica a friendly smile. She shyly smiled back at me. Coach Finstock, then began class.

School was finally over, as kids rushed out to leave and go home. I walked up to my locker and was surprised to find Allison to the right of my locker, struggling to open her locker.

"Here", I told her, as I banged my fist on the locker, and the locker sprung open with ease.

She looked at me in thanks and awe.

"Thanks. How did you do that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, like it was nothing.

"Moving to different schools, you pick up some things", I told her, as I grabbed my board from my locker.

I leaned on my locker, as Allison dug through her locker.

"So, how was your first day of school, being the new kid?", I asked her, empathizing"new kid ".

She laughed a bit.

"Nerve wrecking. Hate the attention. What about you?" she asked me.

"Just like any high school. Just without the musical", I joked.

She laughed at me and shut her locker close. She then focused on something behind me. Or should I say, someone. I turned around and saw Scott 20ft away from us, looking at Allison with a puppy love look. Allison smiled at him, causing Scott to be in a daze. I raised my eyebrows knowingly at Allison, with a smile. She blushed when she saw I caught her staring. She was about to defend herself, when a familiar strawberry blond girl came up to us.

"That jacket is absolute killer, where did you get it?" Lydia asked Allison.

Allison looked at me, surprised at Lydia straight forwardness. I just shrugged at her. I'm a guy. This is out of my territory.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

I stiffened at the word "San Francisco", but remained cool and calm. Lydia smiled, liking her response.

"And you are my new best friend."

She then turned to me.

"And who might you be?" she asked me, looking me up and down, sizing me up.

"I'm Percy. Percy Jackson", I told her, bringing my hand out, already feeling tired of repeating my name a thousand times.

"Pleasure", she said, smiling and shaking my hand.

Then, the same guy that drive the Porsche, slid next to Lydia side, wrapping his arms around her shoulder, and planting a kiss on her lips.

"Hey Jackson!" chirped Lydia.

When Jackson saw me, he glared right at me, and I just smirked right back. Allison saw the tension between us, but Lydia was oblivious to the whole thing. Then they started making out right in front of us. Allison and I shuffled uncomfortable. With my super hearing, I heard a girl say,

"Can someone tell me how new girl and guy, here for 5 minutes, and already hanging out with Lydia clique."

"Cause they're both hot. Beautiful people herd together", Stiles voice rang.

"So, this weekend, there's a party", Lydia told us, bringing my focus back to them.

"A party?" Allison asked, unsure.

"Yeah. Friday night. You guys should come", Jackson said.

I could tell that Jackson didn't want me to come, by the hated look he gave me.

"Sure, I'll be there", I told them, only agreeing to make Jackson madder at me.

"Um, I can't. Friday is family night. Thanks for inviting me", Allison lied, by how her heart spiked up.

"You sure. Everyone is going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison asked.

"Football is a joke here. The sport here is lacrosse. We won the State Championships for three straight years", boasted Jackson.

Lydia played with Jackson hair and said,

"Because of a certain team captain."

"We practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anything else to do?", Jackson asked Allison.

"Well, I um-", Allison was cutted off by Lydia.

"Perfect! You're coming", Lydia said, while dragging Allison away, leaving me with Jackson.

He just sneered at me and left right behind Lydian and Allison. Allison sent a "Help me" look at me, but I just laughed and waved good-bye. I walked next to Scott and Stiles, as we headed to locker room to change into out gear. I change out of my clothes, and put on a black long sleeve muscle shirt, my shoulder pads, with a blank red jersey over it, black shorts, cleats, gloves, helmet and my lacrosse stick. We were then outside and running to the field.

"But if you guys play first line, then I have nobody else to talk to in the bench", whined Stiles. "You guys really are going to do that to your best friend."

"I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the side lines. This season, I'm making first line", said a determined Scott.

"Hey Stiles, I sit next to you, when I get severely injured, and can't walk", I joked.

"Ha. Ha", he fake laughed at me.

I chuckled and turned to Scott and saw him and Allison looking at each other. He was so focus on Allison, that he dropped his stuff, when Coach Finstock tosses him the goalie gear.

"McCall, you're in goal", Coach shouted at him.

"But, Coach, I never played."

"I know. Scoring some shots will boost the boy's confidence boost. First day back. Get them energize. Fire them up."

"What about me?" Scott asked.

"Try not to get some in the face", Coach said, tapping Scott cheek.

He then blew the whistle and everybody started lining up.

"Next time, man", I told Scott, as I run in the field, holding tightly on my lacrosse stick.

I got in the middle of the line, in front of Jackson. I rolled my shoulders, as I saw Scott take the goal.

"Who's that", Allison asked Lydia in the bleachers, pointing as Scott.

"Him? Not sure who he is. Why?", Lydia questioned.

"He's in my English class."

Scott turned to them, like he heard their conversation. But that's impossible. He has to have super hearing like me. I winced, as the whistle blew. Scott went berserk and dropped his stick, hands flying to his head. The first person ran full speed and shot the ball, right at Scott face. He fell on his back.

"Ouch", I winced for him.

Everybody laughed at him, even the coach.

"Nice catch to the face, McCall!", Jackson shouted.

I gritted my teeth, as he mocked Scott. Scott then got up again. The next guy went. He ran and launched the ball. With quick reflex that just came out of nowhere, Scott catches the ball. He caught it. I took a double take, like everybody else. I could see Scott shocked, that he actually caught it. Stiles cheered at the bench. The next guy went. He shot the ball and Scott caught it again. What is going on?, I thought. He then caught the next one. Then the next one. And then the next one. Everybody cheered and I felt proud for Scott

"He seems pretty good", Allison voice ranged out in the cheering.

"Yeah, very good", Lydia agreed.

Jackson then came behind me, slammed his stick to my chest, and took my spot. I glared behind his head.

"Oh god", I heard Scott groaned all the way here.

Jackson then full on sprinted, kicking up some dirt. He then jumped in the air and launched the ball, full speed at Scott. Everybody cheered when Scott caught it. Stiles jumped like a maniac, cheering for Scott. Allison and Lydia stood up and cheered. Jackson looked at Lydia, with disbelief. I smirked, when Lydia just smiled innocently at him. Scott twirled his lacrosse stick and gave the ball to the other coach, over his shoulder.

Now it was my turn. I held tightly on my new black Brine's Dynasty Elite Lacrosse stick. I then scooped up the ball from the ground and ran full speed at Scott. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I positioned my hands. My hands slid down to the hilt. I position my shoulder and feet to throw. I arched my stick back and launched the ball, full speed at the goal. I did all of this in second. The ball flew in the air and Scott was too slow to catch it. Everybody was silent, until they burst into cheers for me. They were all stunned, as how Scott missed mine, but caught their star player. They were positive that he was going to catch mine.

"Nice shot, Jackson. Keep it up", Coached shout at me.

I nodded at him and went back in line, Jackson glaring daggers at me.

Percy POV

Practice was soon over and Stiles, Scott, and I went back to the woods, searching for Scott inhaler.

"I, I don't know what it was", Scott said, as we walked through a small stream of water. "I had all the time of the world to catch the ball, well except yours, Perce", Scott pointing at me.

As we ducked through branches, Scott continued.

"That's not only the weird thing. I could hear stuff, I shouldn't hear. Smell things."

"Smell things?" I questioned him.

"Like what?" Stiles asked him.

Scott took a whiff in the air and said,

"Like the minto mint gum in your pocket."

"I don't even h-", Stiles stopped, as he did indeed found an old gum in his pocket.

"Or Percy Axe cologne."

Stiles then tried to sniff me, but I shoved him off.

"Dude", I told him.

"So all this started with the bite last night?", I questioned Scott.

"What if, it's an infection? My body is full of adrenaline, before I go into shock, or something", Scott freaked out.

"You know, I actually heard something like this. It's a specific kind of infection", Stiles said seriously.

Scott and I stopped and looked at him.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's, I think called lycanthropy."

I rolled my eyes at Stiles, knowing he was just joking around. Lycan in Greek means werewolf.

"Is it serious?" Scott asked us in panic, oblivious to Stiles prank.

"Oh, yeah I heard it too. Really horrible. Very painful", I lied to him, going along with Stiles.

"Yeah, but it only happens once a month. The night of the full moon", Stiles told him.

"Once a month?" Scott asked, still not getting it.

Stiles and I howled at him. He just rolled his eyes and shoved us, walking off. Stiles and I laughed, as we ran behind him, catching up.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"This is serious, guys. Something could be totally wrong with me."

"I know, you're a werewolf!", Stiles shouted.

My smirked fell a little bit, knowing what supernatural being is out there and they don't know about it.

"Grrrr. We are just kidding. But if you see Stiles and I making silver bullets in shop class, it's because Friday is the full moon", I told Scott, shoving my hands in my denim jacket.

Scot stopped in the same clearing as last night.

"I could've sworn this is it. The body, the herd of deer came running, I dropped my inhaler."

"Maybe the killer moved the body", Stiles said.

"I hope he didn't steal my inhaler. Ii cost me 80 bucks", Scott complained.

We started moving leaves, when I heard a heartbeat behind us. I stopped, and stood up. I hit Scott and Stiles shoulder. In front of us was a muscular guy, couple years older than us, with black hair that was spiked up in the front, pale skin and hard pale green eyes. He wore a black leather jacket, black shirt, and jeans. The guy then walked up to us.

"What are you doing here, huh? This is private property."

I stepped up and said,

"Sorry man, we didn't know. We were just looking for something that we dropped."

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but, um, forget it", Scott told him.

The mystery guy then tossed something at Scott, and Scott caught it easily with one hand. It was his inhaler. The guy turned away and left.

"Come on guys. I have to get to work", Scott mumbled.

I agreed with him. I got hired with Scott, at the Animal Clinic over the summer. I was lucky I even got hired. Stile stopped us.

"Dudes, don't you know who that was?"

We both shook our heads no.

"That was Derek Hale!"

"Derek Hale?"

"Yeah. Couple years older than us. His whole family burned to death in their house", Stiles explained.

"I wonder what he's doing back. If I was him, I'll never come back ", I said.

"Whatever. We have to go before were late for work."

We soon then walked out of the woods and Stiles dropped us off at the Animal Clinic. We quickly went inside and got to work. It was about night time, when we were almost done with our shift and close down. Scott went to the restroom, to change his bandage, while I sweep the floor. He soon came out, with shock written all over his face.

"You alright?" I asked him.

He jumped at the sound of my voice. I just looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Um, yeah. I'm just going to feed the cats."

I nodded at him and kept sweeping the floor at the front desk. I then heard the cat's hissing, and cage rattling. Scott came running out.

"What happened?" I asked him.

Right when he was about to speak, there was a knock at the front door. We shared a confused look, wondering who will be out this late at night. It was Allison, banging her fist furiously at the door, outside in the rain. Scott walked up and unlocks the door for her.

"I didn't see him. I took my eyes off the road for two seconds to change the song in my I-pod, and the dog just came out of nowhere", Allison cried out, drenched and shivering from the rain.

"Hey, it's alright, it's alright", Scott told her, trying to calm her down.

"Just tell me where the dog is at and I'll go get him. Do you know where he is at?" I told Allison, already slipping on a raincoat,

"No, I mean yes. It's in the back of my car."

We quickly ran to her car. Allison opened the hood of the car, as I took off the raincoat, going to use it for the dog. The dog barked at Allison, making her jump into Scot arms.

"You okay?" Scott asked her worried.

She nodded her head.

"It's alright. She's just scared", I reassured her.

"That makes two of us", Allison muttered.

"Let's see if I could get a better look", Scott said, as he went near the dog, looking directly in the dog eyes.

The dog immediately stopped barking, and whimpers. Weird, I thought. I then wrapped the raincoat around the dog and carried it inside, laying it on top of a metal table. Scott and Allison were right behind me. I took a check over her and saw that she has a broken leg.

"I think she has a broken leg", I told them, while petting the dog fur, secretly taking her pain away, healing her, with my powers from my grandfather.

"I can make a splint. I've seen the doctor do it a million times", Scott said, while I moved, him taking my spot.

Scott then saw Allison shivered from cold.

"I have a shirt in my bag, if you want?", Scott told her, taking out a shirt from his backpack.

"No, I don't want to trouble you."

"Here"

She then left to another room to change shirts, while I gave the dog a pain killer. I hit Scott upside the head, when I saw him watch Allison change.

"What? I didn't see anything?"

"Sure you didn't", I told him sarcastically.

Allison then soon came back, when Scott was finishing putting a splint on the dog. I took that as my cue to leave them in private. I went to a room, and came to a certain cage. In the cage, was a week old baby Labrador Retriever. It's a boy and his fur is a golden color. I found him three days ago, taking a run, when I heard a whimpering and found him. I named him Spinee. Since he is still a baby, I have to bottle feed him. I gently scooped him up in my arms. He was about the size from my fingertips to my wrist. I then grabbed a bottle of milk and placed it in his mouth. I cradle him in my arms, as I sat in one of the chairs of the front building. A couple minutes later, Allison and Scott came out. Allison cooed at the puppy, and waved goodbye at me. They went outside, to her car. I could over hear their conversation outside. I smiled when Allison said yes to Scott, to the party Friday. Then I heard an engine and tires crunching gravel. Scott came in with a dopey, lovely smile.

"Well?", I asked him.

"She said yes", he said, dazed out of his mind.

"Well come on Romeo. Its closing time", I told him.

I put Spinee back in his cage, covered him on soft warm blankets, and locked the cage. We then closed the clinic and we went home, the rain finally stopped.

In the middle of the night, I heard shuffling coming from Scott room. I thought of it as nothing, but then I heard the window opening. I got out of bed, and slipped on some sweats and hoodie. I then went to his room, to find it empty, with the window wide open. I ran to his window, and saw a figure with nothing but boxers run into the woods. I quickly slip on my shoes, grabbed a flashlight, a bag with Scott clothes, and climbed out the window, down the roof. I gracefully jumped from the roof, to ground, following Scott. All night, I was in the woods, looking for Scott, until 6: 30 A.M in the morning, when I finally found him sleeping in a little cave, in a pile of leaves. I ran to his side and started shaking him awake.

"Scott! Wake up, dude!". I shouted at him.

He stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He jumped when he saw me. He then picked up some leaves, confused.

"Where am I?", he muttered.

"In the woods", I told him as I tossed the bag of clothes at him.

"The woods? Why the hell am I in the woods?", Scott shouted at me, as he started to change.

"I don't know Scott. I heard you leave late last night, with nothing but your boxers", I told him.

"So, I sleeped walked all the way in the middle of the woods?"

"Apparently so. Come on, let's go. We have school", I told him, as we started walking back home.

As we started walking back home, Scott and I saw something move to our right. We couldn't see it clear enough, as there were too much fog. We stop and stared at it. It was big and was growling right at us. We stared wide eyed at it.

"Come on!", I shouted at Scott.

We then started to run, as it chased after us. I have to keep grabbing Scott, as he keeps turning back. We were full on sprinting by now. We jumped over a white fence and fell into a pool. As we came up for air, the owner of the pool and house, stared at us.

"Morning", Scott spluttered out, with a mouthful of water.

"Nice weather, were having, huh?", I said stupidly.

We quickly swam out of the pool and ran out of the house, before he can call the cops. We were dripping wet, when we came back home. I showered and changed into a green military blazer, under a dark red and blue v-neck stripe shirt, with slim jeans, and black high-top Adidas shoes. I quickly ate my waffles, brush my teeth, and skateboard to school.

I was yawning loudly during Chemistry with Mr. Harris. Since I spend all night searching for Scott, I didn't sleep a wink. So I have been drinking coffee, to wake me up. I know, bad for an ADHD kid, but it was working so far.

"Alright, today you will begin with working on your first project-". Cue groans. "With a three page essay-". More groans. "You will select your own partners. The only time for this whole school year. Consider yourself welcome", Mr. Harris said.

Everybody scrambled to get to their selected partners. I looked around for a partner and I found her. As I started my way over to her, all the girls and some guys were asking me to be their partners. I was politely decline them and finally sat at an empty table, at the back of the room, with Erica Reyes. Her head snapped up, when she heard the chair move beside her. I gave her a lopsided smile, making heat rise up in her cheeks.

"Hey, Erica, want to be my partner?", I asked her.

She stared at me with wide eyes.

"Me?"

I chuckled.

"Yes, you. So, want to be partners?"

She nodded her head yes.

"OK, so what is our project about? I kind of zone out of Mr. Harris babbling", I joked with her.

She gave out a little giggle. I just smiled at her, glad I made her laugh.

"Um, we, uh- are supposed to make a seven minute presentation about the structure of an atom. Then each of us has to write a three page essay, explaining the structure of the atom, who discovered it, and the Bohr model, for next week", she quietly explained to me.

I sighed at how much work we have to do. Second day of school and we already have a project.

"OK, how about today through Friday, we do research here, and then start creating the presentation on Saturday at your house", I told her, as I took out my lab notebook, a pen, and my white Apple Mac-Book Pro with a blue case.

"Oh, yo-you don't have to he-help me. I can do it all", she stuttered, shunning away from me.

I looked at her confused.

"But I want to help you with OUR project. That's what partners do. It will be fun", I told her, as I turned on my laptop and typing some words in.

I stop when I realized she was staring at me.

"What?"

"Nobody actually helps me", she admitted softly.

"Well, I'm not most people."

"Why?"

"Why what?", I asked her confused.

"Why are you so nice to me?" she asked me softly, looking directly in my eyes.

"Because you're my friend. So, want to help me with the research?", I asked her.

She just stared at me with an emotion that I can't pinpoint and we started on our project.

School was finally over and today was the first elimination in practice. I quickly change and ran to the field. Stiles then suddenly came running to Scott and I.

"Scott, Perce, wait up!"

"Stiles, can't it wait", I told him, as I tied my shoes.

"Yeah, today is the first elimination", Scott agreed with me.

"Just hold on okay. I overheard my dad over the phone. The results came back. They found animal fur on the body, from the woods."

"Stiles, I've got to go", Scott said, as he ran in the field.

"Scott, wait. No, you're not going to believe what the animal fur was. It was a wolf", but Scott was already gone.

I shot up on my feet and grabbed Stiles shirt.

"What do you mean, wolf? You told us that there are no wolves in California", I asked him.

"I know, but-", Stiles was cutted off by the Coach whistle.

"Jackson, hurry your ass up!", he yelled at me.

"We'll talk after practice", I told him, as I grabbed my helmet and lacrosse stick and ran to the middle of the field.

I was at Scott side. He waved at Allison that came to watch him.

"Yes, question McCall?", Coach asked.

I silently snickered beside him.

"What?"

"You raised your hand. You got a question?"

"Uh, no. I was , just, nothing, sorry."

"Alright, you know how this goes. You don't make the cut, you mostly sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut, you play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya. Everything else is like, cream cheese. Now go out there. And show me what you got !", Coach shouted at us.

We all started to cheer out loud. We then were separated by teams. Red vs., Black. I was on the red team with Scott. We took our positions and the game was on. I quickly was given the ball. I ran to the goal, faked a recoil shot, and passed it to Scott, who was wide open. Scott then started to run, but was tackled to the ground by Jackson. They had a stare down, before I got in the middle of them. I pushed Jackson off and I helped Scott back up. Scott and Jackson was then in the center, ready to get the ball from the ground. When the whistle blew, Scott rolled the ball in his stick, and he took off. He dodged the defense. Then he twirled around another and kept running. He dodges another one. I blinked in surprise. Then three of the opposing team formed a shield to block him, but Scott just flipped over them like it was nothing, and made the shot.

"Yeah, Go Scott!", I cheered, as did everybody else.

"McCall! Get over here!", I heard Coach shout.

"What in god's names was that? This is a lacrosse field. What are you trying out for, the gymnastics?", he shouted at him.

Scott looked scared and nervous.

"No coach."

"What the hell was that?"

"I don't know. I just made the shot."

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what buddy? Your starting. You made first line."

I ran behind Scott, took off my helmet, and patted his back in congratulations.

"Dude, you made first line."

"I made first line", he repeated.

"You made first line."

"I made first line!", he shouted.

"Now it's my turn, to make first line", I told him, as I ran in the field, putting my helmet on.

When the whistle blew, a player in my team tossed me the ball and I was off. I dodged from left and right. A defender, bigger than me, came charging at me. I tossed the ball high up in the air, making some people gasp in shock. I then front flip over him, rolled on my shoulder, got up, and caught the ball. I ran to the goal, moved my lacrosse stick behind my back, tossed the ball over my shoulder, and shot the ball at the goal. People cheered for me. I got loads of pats on my backs. Just like Scott, Coach shouted my name. I ran towards him, taking my helmet off.

"Yeah Coach?"

His face broke out into a huge smile.

"I knew you were special kid. You made first line", He told me, punching my shoulder.

I fist bumped in the air, as Scott and I celebrated. The wolf fur, completely flew out of my head.

It was late, three hours before the party, and I was at home, skyping Stiles in my computer, saying something important about Scott. I was sitting in my spinning chair, checking the wheels on my board, and talking to Stiles.

"OK, so what is this big emergency Stiles?"

"Remember how I told you about the wolf fur on the body?"

"Yeah, you said there's no wolves in California. We told you we heard a wolf howl", I told him.

"Yeah, yeah. I was wrong and you were right. The important thing is that, I've been doing research."

"What kind of research?"

"Werewolf research."

I stopped what I was doing, and slowly looked up at Stiles.

"Werewolf? Seriously, Stiles."

"No. No. Just hear me out. Just look at the signs. Scott being un-believable good in lacrosse. Fast reflex. Speed. You just don't get like that in just a snap of a finger. And don't tell me you haven't notice, that Scott doesn't use his inhaler anymore."

"So what? How does that lead to Scott being a werewolf?"

"Remember that night in the woods? You guys told me that Scott got bit. And you heard a howl. You have to believe me. Scott's curse."

I thought about it. Scott was good, but he wasn't this good. He also didn't use his inhaler while at practice either. Then him walking at the middle of the night in the woods. My dream. My eyes widen in realization.

"Scott's a werewolf", I muttered.

"Yes and we need to stop him, from going to the party tonight."

"Why? Why tonight?", I asked him.

"Tonight's the full moon!", Stiles spazzed out, waving his arms out.

"OK, you call him and tell him to come to your house real quick. He's probably out from work by now. I'll be there in a few minutes", I told him, logging out.

I quickly shut off my laptop, and fill one of my sports-bag with the clothes I am going to wear at the party. I have a feeling that Scott is not going to believe us. I grabbed my phone and skateboard and left. I rode my board like a maniac, trying to be at Stiles house quickly, before Scott. I quickly got inside and into Stiles room. There were papers scattered all over the room. Stiles was in his chair, reading a website in his laptop. He jumped when he heard me come in. I toss my bag and board on his bed. I picked up a paper with a picture of a werewolf, with a dead body in his teeth. I quickly dropped it on the ground.

"He's not going to believe us", I told him.

"We have to try."

I then picked up a dusty old green book. It has Ancient Greek writing all over it.

"Is this Greek?", I asked him, acting to be totally clueless.

"Yeah. I wouldn't bother. Google translate didn't get anything on it", he told me, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Hmm."

I opened the book, laid in Stiles bed, and started reading it. It explains how a werewolf started in Greece. The name. How Zeus turned some guy into a wolf. How cannibal the lycanthrope is. They're weakness. Everything. I was about half way through the book, before Scott came in.

"Good, your here. You got to hear this. I've been up all night, reading websites, books", Stiles babbled.

Scott sat on the edge of Stiles bed, while I stood up.

"How much Adderall, have you had today?", Scott chuckled.

Stiles, who was sitting in his spinning chair, swirled around to face Scott.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen."

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they found out who did it?", Scott asked him.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"The guy in the woods?", I asked, the first time of hearing this.

"Yes, but that's not it, okay?"

Scott was slowly losing his patience.

"What then?"

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?", Stiles asked directly at Scott.

"Should I?"

Stiles leaped up from his chair.

"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal it's location to the rest of the pack. So, if you two both heard a wolf howling, that means others could've been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em."

"A whole pack of wolves?"

"No", I said looking at Scott. "Werewolves."

Scott looked at us, as if we grown two heads. He rose up to his feet.

"Are you guys seriously wasting my time on this? You guys know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

He then started to leave, but I blocked him from the door.

"Percy. Move", he growled at me.

"No Scott. We saw you on the field today. Okay, what you just did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was also impossible", I told him.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot. So did you", Scott said to me.

"But Percy didn't get bitten. You made an incredible shot. I mean the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. You don't even need your inhaler anymore", Stiles said.

"Okay!", Scott yelled. "Guys, I can't even think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"No, we have to talk about now. The full moon is tonight. Don't you get it?", I told him.

Scott was slowly started getting angry.

"What are you guys trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl, who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it?"

"We're trying to help you Scott", I told him.

"You're cursed Scott. You know, it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It's also just so happens to be when your blood lust will be at it's peak."

"Blood-lust?" Scott asked.

"You're urge to kill", I explained.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Perce", Scott growled at me.

I stood my ground and just stared at him. I've dealt worse than Scott being a tempered puppy.

"You have to hear this", I told him, as I grabbed the Greek book and flipped through the right page."The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse", I quoted.

"All right? I haven't seen anything raise your pulse like Allison does. You got to cancel this date", Stiles said, searching through Scott's book bag. "I'm gonna call her right now."

"What are you doing", Scott yelled at Stiles.

"I'm canceling the date", Stiles muttered, as he found Scott's phone.

"No! Give it to me!", Scott roared at Stiles, as he roughly shoved him into the wall with unbelievable strength.

I quickly grabbed Scott's fist, as he was about to punch Stiles, twisted it behind his back and pushed him against the other wall.

"Let go of me!", Scott yelled at me, as he struggled under my grip.

"Not until you calm down", I demanded him.

His breathing was short and coming out in puffs. His heart beat was beating like crazy. He stopped struggling and I let go of him. He looked at us and swung his arm behind Stiles spinning chair, knocking it over. He calmed down and realized what he has done. He looked at us with a guilty face.

"I'm sorry", he muttered. "I- I got to go, get ready for the party."

He grabbed his bag and looked back at us one more time.

"I'm sorry", he breathed out.

He then marched out of Stiles room. I ran a hand through my hair and paced around the room.

"Well, that went fabulous", I muttered sarcastically.

Stiles banged his head against the wall. He then went pick up his chair.

"Percy", Stiles gasped in shock.

I turned around and saw three-claw marks that had peeled through the leather of his chair. He looked at me in horror.

"Dress up. We're going to the party", I told him, as I grabbed my bag and went to his bathroom.

It was like 10 P.M, when Stiles and I came to the party. I was in a black fitted button down shirt that showed off my muscles, with a black tie, black slim jeans, and black high tops Clae. We quickly got out of Stiles Jeep and went inside the party. The music was loud and they were already people drunk. They were people everywhere. The front, inside, that back of the house, stairs, and just about every room. We pushed our way through the crowded people.

"You check the inside, while I check outside. Call me when you see him or starts to change", I shouted over the music.

We then split up. I manage to make it outside. I searched around, looking for the familiar shaggy brown cousin of mine. I finally saw him, with Allison standing around awkwardly, but Scott was looking at something or someone. I follow his line of vision and saw that he was starring at Derek Hale, the guy from the woods. One second he's there, the next he suddenly disappears. I blinked a couple of times, to make sure he was gone. Now that just isn't normal, I thought. I have a feeling that Derek is a part of this, but quickly put my focus on Scott and Allison who started to dance. I quickly called Stiles.

"Stiles, I found him. He's dancing with Allison right now."

"Okay, just keep a close eye on him."

"Stiles, there's something else. Derek Hale is here."

"What?! Derek Hale?! You sure?!", he asked me.

"Yeah, but he's gone now. Just keep an eye out OK. Got to go", I hanged up.

I stealthily moved closer to them, but was still out of sight from them. I looked up at the moon, as I played with the ring, that was in my necklace. How could something so beautiful, be so dangerous? I thought as I looked up at the moon. I thought I was finally going to have a normal life. But I guess I am never going to catch a break. I looked back at the coupled and saw that Scott was leaving a hurtful Allison behind. Scott was holding his head in pain and was swaying. I quickly ran behind them. I shoved people out of my way, as Scott stumbled through the front door and down the steps.

"Scott!", I shouted, but was too late as he drove away.

I quickly went to Allison.

"Hey Allison, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Is Scott alright?" she asked me, heartbroken.

"Yeah", I lied. "I told him not to come. He was having a high fever, but he was stubborn and went anyway."

"Oh. That's why he didn't look so good", she told me.

"Let me drive you home. I'll call Stiles", I said, as I started calling Stiles.

"Allison", a voice said behind us.

It was Derek Hale, a few feet away from us.

"I'm a friend of Scott's", he lied to Allison. "He asked me to take you home. My name's Derek."

I stood in front of Allison.

"Actually, I was going to give her a ride home", I glared at him.

"No, it's okay, Percy. Thanks for the ride, but I'm riding with Derek", she said, as she stood next to him.

"Are you sure?", I asked her, hoping she would change her mind.

"Yeah. Bye Percy. Oh and I'm waiting for that challenge", she said, giving me a good-bye, walking away with Derek, into a black Camaro.

"Damn it", I shouted. I saw Stiles walking out from the door and running towards me.

"Why didn't you pick up? I was calling you, like 3X already. C'mon, Scott already left", I told him, as we jumped in his Jeep and sped off.

"I'm sorry okay. I had to make up a lie to everybody about Scott behavior", Stiles apologized.

"C'mon, c'mon", I muttered, as I bounced my leg up and down. We finally reached home and we sprinted inside. We run up the stairs and to Scott's door, but to find it locked. I started banging on the door.

"Scott! It's me, Percy! Open up!"

I heard shuffling and the door opened by just a crack. I tried to get in but Scott was in the way.

"Scott, let us in. We can help", Stiles pleaded him.

"No", Scott breathed out tiredly. Listen, you have to find Allison."

"She's fine. She took a ride home with someone", Stiles told him.

"I think I know who it is", Scott said.

"Just let us in Scott, we-" I was cutted off by Scott.

"It's Derek Hale. He's a werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods", Scott explained to us.

Stiles and I shared a look.

"Scott, Derek was the one who took Allison home", I told him.

There was a brief of silence, before Scott closed the door and locked it.

"Scott! Scott!" Stiles shouted, as he banged the door with his fist.

"Step back", I demanded him.

He quickly moved out of the way, as I brought my leg up and kick the door, breaking the lock. We went inside Scott's room, but found it empty. The window was wide open. He must've jumped out from the window.

"OK, you go to Allison house and make sure she's alright. If she's not there, call the cops. I'm following Scott", I told Stiles.

He quickly nodded and left. I jumped out of the window and front flip to the ground, landing on my feet gracefully. I then started sprinting behind Scott. I used my enhance smell to follow his scent and hearing, for his heartbeat. I easily found him, on top of Derek's car, at Beacon Hills Preserve. I ran faster, as he went into the woods. Scott then stopped, when he found Allison jacket, hanging by a branch. Derek, I thought. Then I heard footsteps.

"Where is she?", Scott growled.

"She's safe. From you", said a familiar voice.

Derek then suddenly tackled Scott and they started wrestling. I took that as my cue. I tackled Derek behind his back, taking him off of Scott. I scrambled up to my feet, but then Derek pinned me to a tree, bashing the back of my head on the bark, hard. Scott was about to help me, when Derek said,

"Shh, quiet."

Suddenly, I heard footsteps.

"Too late, they're here. Run."

Derek and I then ran from our spot, but Scott wasn't so lucky. An arrow was shot to a tree, sending out a bright flash and sparks, blinding Scott. Scott covered his eyes and stumbled. Then another arrow was let out, striking Scott on the arm, pinning him to the tree. Then out came three people, with crossbows and hunting gear.

"I'll distract them, you get your friend", Derek growled at me.

Before I could say a snarky remark, he left. I quickly went to Scott, as Derek knocked down one of the guys, distracting them. I pulled the arrow out of Scott and he howled in pain. I dragged Scott away, with Derek right behind us. When we were far enough, Scott lay down, next to a tree, breathing heavily. I finally got a good look at werewolf Scott. He looks just like the person in my nightmare. Glowing golden yellow eyes. Canine teeth. Sharp ears. Hair coming out from his cheeks. Muscles in his face. Wolf features.

"Who were they?", Scott panted, as he slowly changed back to normal.

"Hunters. They have been hunting our kind for a century", Derek said.

"Us. You did this to me!", Scott yelled at Derek, standing up.

"Is it really so bad, Scott. That you can see better, hear more clearly, run faster than any human could hope. You've been given something that people will kill for. The bit is a gift", Derek told Scott.

"I don't want it."

"You will. And your going to need me to help you control it. So you and me Scott, were brothers now", Derek said.

He then left.

"I don't like him", Scott muttered.

"So far, nobody does. Let's go man. I really want to take a hot shower right now", I told Scott, as I helped him up in his feet.

I looked down at his wounded arm, but saw it slowly heal.

"Scott", I pointed at his arm.

He looked down and saw that his arm was healed.

"Maybe it's part of being a werewolf", I told him, as we continued walking.

I called Stiles to come pick us up, but we didn"t know where we are. The sun was up already and we walked in some road. Scott was only in his pants and I was still on my clothes from the party. I loosened my tie, as it now hanged around my neck lazily. We were silent the whole time, too exhausted to speak. Suddenly, Stiles Jeep rode right next to us. We got in and we started driving home.

"You know what actually worries me the worst", Scott grumbled exhausted.

"If you say Allison, I'm going to punch your head", Stiles said.

"And I'm going to punch you in the throat", I told him, from the backseat.

"She probably hate's me now", he groaned.

"I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or you know you could just tell her the truth, reviling the awesomeness of you being a freaking werewolf."

Scott and I just stared at him, like he just said that Mr. Harris was the best teacher ever.

"OK. Bad idea", once he saw our looks we gave him.

"Don't worry about, Scott. I told her that you had a high fever. Just stick with the story. We'll get this through together", I reassured him.

"Yeah. C'mon, if we have too, we chain you up on the full moon, feeding you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it."

"Yeah, the same boa, that almost killed me", I told him, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I said I was sorry!"

Scott just chuckled at us bickering, the whole ride home. In the back of my head, I had one question to asked myself. Should I reveal who and what I am?